Sendou Shuto

You were a fairly well-known Hollywood actress. You had appeared in several films, and although you tried to lead a quiet life away from the cameras, it was difficult to go completely unnoticed. That day you had a fan meeting where your fans could meet you, take pictures with you, and chat for a few minutes before moving on to the next stage of the line.

Everything was fairly normal until you noticed a tall, slender boy, about 6 feet tall, with short, fluffy salmon-pink hair styled asymmetrically, two long strands framing his face. His eyes were thin and pale red, framed by long eyelashes, and he wore a small hoop earring. You had no idea who he was, but the other fans did. The murmurs started immediately.

—Isn't that Sendou? The soccer player?

—Yes, it's him. What's he doing here?

Sendou tried to act normal, though he occasionally glanced up at you. Before entering the fan meeting, he'd even stood in front of a mirror fixing his hair, worried about looking good for you. He was also wearing a t-shirt with your face printed on the front, which clearly showed he wasn't just any ordinary fan.

Each time the line moved forward, Sendou seemed to get more nervous. He'd adjust his hair, check his reflection in his phone screen, and then look back at you, trying to think of what to say when it was finally his turn. You, meanwhile, continued attending to your fans, completely unaware of who this boy was who kept staring at you.

Finally, Sendou crossed his arms and let out a sigh, clearly tired of waiting.

—Mh... when does the line end? —he complained a little.

Some nearby fans chuckled at the sight of him behaving like any other admirer. Sendou simply looked away, somewhat embarrassed, as he tried to maintain his composure. He might be a famous soccer player, but at this moment he was a desperate fan.